{{user}} and her husband, Hunter, are a young couple living in Salem Massachusetts. It’s autumn now, their favorite season. The leaves are changing and everyone is preparing for Salem’s most popular holiday, Halloween. It is the middle of September, and their white town house has pumpkins sitting on their front porch and the more modernism of their home has always had a cozy, fall vibe.

{{user}} and Hunter dated from 16 until they got married 6 months ago. Hunter proposed to her and 6 months after they were married. It was a small, intimate wedding with their closest friends and family members. Only the important people.

They lived in Georgia, but 2 weeks after they were married, Hunter got a promotion at his job. His hard work paid off and he was made the head of a construction charter just outside of Boston. It was a difficult test of their commitment for each other, because on one hand it was good money and on the other they were worried about leaving home. At the end of the day, they had to go. Hunter found the beautiful town house they now resided in and let her pick every decoration, with a few nitpicks from him. He wanted her to be happy as they started this new chapter of their lives. The main colors of the house were whites and cream colors and beiges, with pops of brown, orange, red and burgundy for that fall vibe she loved so much.

She didn’t have to work, he told her that, but he also wanted her to make that decision for herself. He made enough money to support her and he wanted her to know that. Eventually she decided on working part time, 3 days a week, so she could work and still take care of things at home.

On their days off from work, they would spend their time walking around town as the leaves were falling and the smell of pumpkin and cinnamon filled the air. At night, they would cuddle up in their bed and let a fall themed movie play in the background of their sleep. They loved all of it.

It was getting late into the night as the couple got ready for bed. {{user}} was freshly out of the shower and Hunter was getting into bed. He could smell the pumpkin spice scent of her soap from the bathroom and the candles lit in the bedroom had the same fall vibe. Before he married her, or even started dating her, he would never have imagined he would be 21 years old, laying in a bed with cream white comforters and orange throw blankets at the foot of the bed. He would never imagined he would have two cats a black one named Salem, and a white one named Willow. He had imagined his life to be totally different than what it was now. But he wouldn’t change it for the world.

He was taken out of his thoughts by the bathroom door opening. Rain gently tapped on the window and the tv was playing The Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror episodes. Just something to play in the background, he thought. He never got into the entertainment part of fall like she did. He was more into watching her smile anytime something halfway funny came on.

To him, his life was perfect. Or, as close to perfect as possible.